training with sticks

It started with a text after having told Master I was hiking with the dog in the forest.

If you are a good puppy, you bring home a nice, slender twig from your hike.

I get instantly wet. The fact that he calls me his puppy or his bitch often makes me wet. Knowing that I need to collect a stick for him and that it will be used later, excites me. I find a suitable specimen along my hike, but it wasn’t till I was almost back home that I found a better stick and also a thicker one. I took both pieces of wood home with me. I sent a picture to Master and stored the sticks in the bedroom. He is busy in meetings and will have to get back to me later in the day.

The hours slowly tick and I grow anxious. I get wet and aroused knowing he will soon summon me and I will finally get to use my sticks. Just when I can’t take it anymore, I get a message.

How is my puppy? Still wet with excitement?

Oh thank goodness! I tell him yes and that I had been thinking about him. I was starting to get “pouty” and aching for his attention.

I like my bitch to be aching for attention. Loose your clothes, grab the twigs and kneel on the floor.

My heart skips a beat and I run to the bedroom where I had left the sticks. My clothes come off in a flash and I am on my knees, pulling the sticks from underneath the bed. I am ready for his bidding.

Lay the twigs in front of  you. Look at them. See the material and how they grew. Pick up the smaller one and caress your body with it. Tell me how it feels against your skin.

The stick is smooth, yet rough in certain places. It feels cool against my skin.

Lick it up and down

This is where I have to pause and take a moment. What? I need to run my tongue over a stick, from the forest? It’s dirty. Sure I thought about sending him a pic with it in my mouth like a good puppy after bringing it home, but run my tongue over it? I do it anyways, running my tongue up the stem. My tongue dries from the wood. It tastes like…. well… it tastes like a stick.

Spread your legs still kneeling on the ground and touch my cunt with the twig.

How easily he calls my cunt his.

Rub it against your clit and cunt lips. At least every 5 seconds I want you to strike my cunt with it. Lightly at first. Increase the intensity with each stroke.

I love the feel of the wood against me. I love the feel of it striking his cunt. It makes me wet.

Does my bitch enjoy the treatment?

Very much Master.

Keep hitting my dirty cunt while you lean backwards a little exposing it a little more

I had actually been doing that. It’s very difficult, being as short as I am, to kneel on the floor upright and strike his cunt. There isn’t enough space between the floor and his cunt to allow it. So I lean back, using my free hand to keep me steady as I strike his cunt even harder. I don’t rub it very much any longer. I enjoy smacking it more. I confess this to Master.

That’s exactly why you are my dirty bitch. Hit the clit 5 times hard.

I do so and send him a pic to show my efforts. He is very pleased and this makes me happy. I thank him.

Would you say you get aroused by hitting my cunt?

Oh very much! I do! I was aroused the second that text message came to me in the forest telling me to bring home a thin twig. I didn’t even know how it would be used, but I was excited and aroused.

That is very sweet. Grab one of your tits and smack it hard with the twig. I want you to mark yourself with the first hit right away.

I steady myself and take a deep breath. I actually missed the first hit and gave the second one a better go at it. At first I thought I didn’t hit hard enough and told Master so. Only as I was telling him, I saw my marks bloom in front of my eyes. I was delighted to see the red lines rise on my tit. We are both delighted in the joy I find from my marks. I love them because they are his. He tells me to add 5 more hits and I show him the results.

Now for the acquired taste: get up and lay on your bed. Lay on your back and don’t forget the twig. Spread your legs and pull them as far towards your head as possible, exposing my cunt and anus. Can you guess what’s coming next?

I actually could not guess. I knew it would involve the stick, but I had no idea if Master would actually tell me to fuck myself with the stick or continue with the hits.

Hit my cunt for 30 seconds really hard. One hit per second. Afterwards, stroke your clit, using your juices. Once you get really aroused, stop and hit your anus with the twig 3 times. LIGHTLY.

I do so and love the feel of the pleasure mixed with the sharp stings.

Play with my cunt, bring yourself close to orgasm and then stop.

I do and it doesn’t take very long.

Slap my cunt 5 times very hard.

Yes Master.

Bring yourself close.

Close Master.

5 hits

Yes Master.

Bring yourself close.

Each time takes me less and less time to achieve the edge of orgasm.

10 hits.

10 sharp hits to his cunt and it feels so good.

Bring yourself close, this time pull at your nipples as well. 

So close and so fast.

15 hits.

More and more pain brings pleasure.

Build up and this time I want you to squeeze one of your breasts as hard as you can. Pull your nipple and twist it. Connect the pain with the pleasure.

Oh the pain has already been connected with the pleasure. The harder I pull at my nipples the closer I get to orgasm.

Keep squeezing your breast and hit my cunt 15 times again.

Oh such sweet torture. How I love serving Master in ways I have never served before!

Then another build up and then I want you, my bitch, to spread your legs wide, grab the twig and hit your clit as hard as you can 20 times. Make sure you hit the clit. Then build up.

This task proves to be harder. It is very hard to expose my clit for such a beating. But I do so. I know I struck myself more than 20 times, but it wasn’t always on my clit, so I kept going till I was certain I hit my clit 20 times.

Grab your breast and release yourself. Enjoy your orgasm.

This was such a body shaddering orgasm and I felt like crying. It didn’t take long for it to erupt from my body. I thanked Master and told him I feel like I am being so greedy. He gives me so much pleasure and there is only so much I can do for him.

You are welcome my good girl. You give yourself to me and I take care of you

He does take care of me. I have waited so long to have a dominant take care of me. It feels so good and I feel so special.

I am glad you enjoy it so much… Us so much. You are worth taking care of. I enjoy your efforts very much.

What follows after is what I call “pillow talk”. After Master and I have played, we usually spend quite some time chatting about what just happened and how we feel. We can’t wait to finally meet in person. The need is growing stronger with each day. Each day I adore him more and more.